A incense case, a futon, a bright lamp, a wooden fish, a golden body.

An old monk in his seventies and eighties, with very long eyebrows, sits on the futon and recites the Buddha, this person is the host of the Shaolin Temple, and there is a monk Zhikong.

"Knock knock..."The sound of the wooden fish knocked away the troubles, and the sound of chanting connected to the other side.

As soon as Wang Xu walked into the main hall, he was stunned by the demeanor of the old monk, and then noticed that the host of the Shaolin Temple was actually an ordinary person, and he had no martial arts background at all.

It's not hidden, it's not a return to the basics, it's really not martial arts.

Wang Xu stood in front of Master Zhikong, with his current level of martial arts, it was not difficult to see that Master Zhikong's qi and blood were declining, and he had reached a state where he was about to run out of oil.

If a person who practices martial arts has martial arts on his body, there will be no signs of decay before his internal strength is exhausted.

"The donor came from afar, and he did not hesitate to pay a lot of money to the Buddha, just to see the little monk, I don't know what to do?" The sound of the wooden fish gradually subsided, and Master Zhikong opened his eyes and asked in a low tone.

Wang Xu clasped his hands together, and did not wait for Master Zhikong to push, so he took the initiative to sit on the futon next to him, and said: "Master, I want to borrow the Shaolin Temple Tibetan Scripture Pavilion to read and learn some methods of self-protection. ”

"But..."Master Zhikong glanced at Wang Xu, then closed his eyes and knocked on the wooden fish again.

Wang Xu couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, looked at the appearance of Master Zhikong, and asked, "The master agreed so quickly?" ”

"Why don't you agree, it's a good thing to reshape the golden body for the Buddha, the donor is so sincere, how can the little monk refuse?" Master Zhikong stopped the sound of the wooden fish, looked up at Wang Xu, and said: "The donor gave up 100,000 taels of gold, and he didn't frown a little, and at first glance, he was destined for my Buddha, very good, very good..."

After saying this, Master Zhikong closed his eyes and was silent, and the sound of chanting sounded again.

Wang Xu touched his head, happiness came too suddenly, making him a little unbelievable.

He turned around and walked towards the outside of the main hall step by step, and when he went out, he didn't see Master Zhikong repenting, so he believed that he had done it.

"Abbot, the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion of my Shaolin Temple has never been open to outsiders, why did you promise him?" After Wang Xu left the main hall, a middle-aged monk walked out from behind the Buddha statue and asked the old monk respectfully.

The old monk didn't raise his head, knocked on the wooden fish at once, and whispered: "What if you don't agree, this benefactor gives up 100,000 taels of gold, just like giving up a straw." He wants to go, and if you don't let him go, he has to find a way to go. 100,000 taels of gold, there are so many things we can do, we can repair damaged temples, we can reshape the golden body of the Buddha, and we can also help the victims.

Similarly, 100,000 taels of gold, there are too many things that can be done in his hands, and if I can open my mouth, an old monk, it will naturally make the people in the rivers and lakes crazy, and it will make people's hearts fall even more. I promise, I'm good, he's good, everyone is good. If you don't agree, I'm not good, he's not good, everyone is not good, why can't they all be better? Huishen, after I passed away, Shaolin Temple will pass on my mantle by you. You have to remember that Shaolin is the Shaolin of Buddhism, and the martial arts cheats can't keep this thousand-year-old temple, and thirty years of hard work can't stop a foreign gun, so only a deep understanding of Buddhism can last a long time and never change. ”

Master Zhikong's remarks, Wang Xu, who had already left, did not hear it, otherwise he would definitely praise it.

In the world of Lu Ding Ji, martial arts have reached the end of their careers, and they are as strong as Ao Bai and Feng Xifan, and they will die of exhaustion under the encirclement and suppression of the army.

Ordinary people have been practicing for thirty or fifty years, and in the end, unless they practice martial arts such as the Golden Bell Jar, it is just a matter of a few bullets.

If Wang Xu didn't have a portal, he knew that he wouldn't be able to learn the Dao, and he wouldn't have embarked on the path of a martial artist who was in trouble.

After all, from the current point of view, the early martial artists are no match for technology, if it weren't for the three laws of robots, and there is not much threat to this world, Wang Xu can't help but use technology to push this world.

Of course, using technology to push all the way is just a last resort.

Wang Xu had already made up his mind to take the path of a martial artist, and he didn't want to use too much technology as a last resort, because it was disrespectful to his own martial arts.

Once you develop the idea of using technology in everything, rather than relying on your own martial arts, the path of martial arts will be considered useless.

It's easy to scrap, just bring a few electromagnetic guns from the reverse world, but it's hard to pick them up.

After all, the level of science and technology against the world, that is, the end of the 21st century, is not too high. It's okay to crush the low-martial world, it's hard to say in the middle martial world, and you don't have to think about it in the high-martial world.

In the end, it is better to be a little more bitter in the early stage, so as not to find out that you have achieved nothing without technology when technology does not work.

"Donor, the Scripture Pavilion has arrived..."

Under the leadership of Xiao Shami, Wang Xu came to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion of Shaolin Temple, a small three-story building.

Wang Xu pushed the door and walked in, glanced at the bookshelves in the room, and said, "Within three hours, remember not to let people disturb me." ”

"Amitabha." The little novice recited the Buddha's name and withdrew, not forgetting to close the door before leaving.

After the little novice left, Wang Xu took a leisurely stroll, mainly watching the title of the book.

There are three floors in the Tibetan scripture pavilion, the first layer is the ordinary Buddhist scriptures, the second layer is the martial arts cheats compiled by the Shaolin Temple, and the third layer is the only book of some scriptures.

It can be seen from here that the martial arts cheats are above the ordinary scriptures for the Shaolin Temple, but they are under the precious unique scriptures.

Wang Xu walked from the first floor to the third floor, and then from the third floor to the first floor, silently estimating that there are at least thousands of scriptures collected here, and there are tens of thousands of scriptures annotated by predecessors, and less than one percent of the martial arts cheats.

Looking at the sky outside, Wang Xu closed the window, opened his portal, brought four housekeeping robots from the reverse world, and ordered: "Scan all the scriptures here into your chips, not even a single punctuation mark is wrong." ”

"Obey, master..."The four housekeeping robots acted separately and began Wang Xu's plan to copy the book.

Wang Xu sat in the room without speaking, and after half an hour, he only heard the housekeeping robot report: "Master, everything has been recorded." ”

Hearing the robot's words, Wang Xu nodded slightly and asked, "Is there a marrow washing scripture?" ”

"No," the robot replied in the affirmative.

Wang Xu frowned slightly, and asked again: "Is there a Yijin Sutra?" ”

"Master, here is the top policy of the Yijin Sutra, and the next policy shows that it has been lost in the late Ming Dynasty according to the records, and it has not been found so far." The robot replied in the affirmative, they are managed by the control chip and will not lie to their owner.

"That's it!" Hearing the robot's explanation, Wang Xu exhaled and thought that this was reasonable.

The first master in the north worshipped, relying on the golden bell jar to run rampant.

Chen Jinnan, the first master in the south, also learned the Qingming swordsmanship, this kind of martial arts that he has never heard of.

He had explored the Ouchi Palace before, and after several changes of dynasty, many stunts were either lost or lost, and there was a kind of tiger in the mountains, and the monkey called the king.

From top to bottom, the level of martial arts is inferior to the next generation with the dynasties, and the major sects have become in decline. Even the golden bell jar of Ao Bai was not learned from Shaolin, but came from the Brada Palace, and was regarded as the treasure of the town palace of the Brada Palace.

"Go back, remember to clear all chip memories of this door after stepping through this door." Wang Xu opened the portal again, sent the robot back to the reverse world, and finally took a deep look at the world, and whispered: "Goodbye, Lu Ding Ji!" ”